She;
is laying in bed with the door locked. with the notebook in the dvd player.
crumbled up tissues scattered all over the floor. music blasting so loud so nobody can hear her sobs. she's replaying their last conversation thinking
I'll never get him back.
He;
is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. call of duty in his xbox,
the controller on the floor. his hairs a mess from running his hands through it.
he's replaying their last conversation thinking
I'll never get her back.